Page 64 of When You Give a Lawyer a Kiss

Aspen Grove was stunning, and I enjoyed meeting Harrison. He and Dawson seem to be cut from the same cloth: rough around the edges but fiercely loyal to the people they care about. Dawson is reluctant to admit it, but their loyalty to each other runs deeper than business associates, and I’m glad he has a friend like Harrison in his corner.

I shift slightly, tilting my head to gaze at Dawson. His eyes remain shut, and his features appear more relaxed than usual. The creases around his eyes are gone, and he looks like the weight of the world has been lifted.

He cracks one eye open, a lazy smile forming. “Like what you see, Red?”

“Hmm, I’ve seen better.”

“Is that so?” He cups the back of my neck, tugging me closer as he plunges his tongue past my lips. I’m breathless when hepulls away with a smirk on his face. “Last night you seemed to rather enjoy yourself, considering you were screaming my name while my cock was buried inside your pussy.”

I playfully push him away. “That mouth is going to get you in trouble one of these days.”

“It served me well last night,” he says quietly, and my cheeks flush red.

When I glance over at the clock on the nightstand I panic when I see that it’s already 6:15.

“Oh, shoot. I have to get going.” I scramble to get out of bed, but Dawson doesn’t let me get very far—pulling me back into his arms and showering my shoulder with kisses.

“What are you doing?” I question, flustered. “It’ll take me at least an hour to get to my place and another forty-five minutes to get to the office. If I don’t leave now, I’ll be late.”

“Good thing you’re sleeping with the boss,” he quips.

I poke him in the rib, giving him a mock scowl. “That’s not funny,Mr. Tate.”

He conceals a smirk, pressing a kiss to my lip in apology. “You can go straight to the office from here. Don’t worry, we’ll leave at different times if you’re worried about someone seeing us together.”

“As much as I’d like that, I didn’t bring any office-appropriate clothes with me.” I motion to my backpack in the corner, where yesterday’s outfit is tossed on top.

He gives me a smug grin. “Why don’t you check the closet?”

My eyes narrow. “Dawson, what did you do?”

He settles back on his pillow, his hands propped up behind his head. “You’ll have to see for yourself.”

I release a frustrated sigh. He’s been around me enough to know that patience isn’t one of my strong suits. Dawson lets me climb out of bed this time, and I grab his white dress shirt hanging from the armchair on my way to the closet.

“You look good in my clothes,” he growls, a possessive glint in his eye.

“I’m glad we agree—this shirt looks way better on me, doesn’t it.” I toss him a wink.

With his attention fixed on me, I cross the room, swaying my hips with every step knowing that he’s enjoying the show.

When I enter the massive walk-in closet, I find one side is meticulously organized with a large selection of tailored suits, crisp dress shirts, and pressed pants. There’s even a full panel of shelves filled to the brim with polished shoes arranged by color and style.

My gaze is drawn to the opposite side of the closet. It’s empty except for a single outfit on gold hangers: a cream-colored cashmere sweater with a fitted silhouette, a burgundy pencil skirt, and a pair of nude heels on the ground below.

As I’m running my hand down the luxurious fabric of the sweater, I sense Dawson’s presence behind me. He circles his arms around my waist and presses a kiss to my head.

“I take it you like your outfit?”

“It’s lovely. When did you have it delivered?”

“Yesterday, while we were in Aspen Grove,” he explains. “And before you thank me, I should tell you, it was all for my benefit.”

I angle my head to look up at him with a bemused smile. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” he states proudly. “I wanted more time with you this morning and I figured this was the best way to make it happen.”

When I spin around to face him, Dawson is standing in his boxers, his blue eyes glued to me. The bold lines of his tattoos only add to his sex appeal, and it’s almost sinful how attractive he is after rolling out of bed.

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